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Capodoto produced a wastebasket.

(the plum was getting closer to the top)

(It was a metaphorical pudding)

"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are," said Gerald tiredly. "Don't get me started!" ranted the Dr. "It all started the cephalopod apple juice, part of my brilliant idea to turn everyone into a specific category of sea creature, then sell antidotes for a fortune! I tested it on him, to resounding success! I had big vats of both serums mixed up in large drums, ready to spray the world! And then, this neingern cracked them and caused them to spill all over the floor!" He took a breath. "And me." "What?" said Gerald defensively. "Someone used me as a baseball, what was I supposed to do?" "You can fly!" said Dr. Who Octopus, furious. "How could it not have been a purposeful strike?" "I was dizzy," said Gerald defensively. "You try to aim after bounding off a bat at 100 miles an hour."

There was a ripple of blackness like a tear in reality, and the piece of stone was swallowed up. Psyder grinned.

"Oh, no, I'm so afraid!" said the octopus mockingly. "Ha! Pull the lever, Capodoto!" The floor of the room split apart to reveal a pit filled with crocodiles, snapping and gnashing and- "No, no, no, wrong lever!" declared Dr. Who Octopus. "That's not till later, neingern!" Disgruntled, he pulled a different lever, revealing a basement filled with humanoid figures of all shapes and sizes. "Behold, my undead army! And, well, partially unalive army, since most of 'em are made of clay and not flesh - but that's not the point. The point is, who's the evil overlord now?" Dr. Who Octopus shook a balled up tentacle in the air. "Time and time again, he has foiled my plans! But this time, I will get rid of him for good!"

The plum was in the pudding!

Psyder caught it. "Curious," he said. "Your point?"

"Hey!" said Dr. Who Octopus with a frown, grabbing the illusion with one of his tentacles. When it passed straight through, he felt inside the cage. Satisfied, he replied. "Ah, well. I suppose you'll have to... ah... hang with him for a little while longer." He chuckled to himself, lifting the two of them to the ceiling to hang besides Gerald.

"One step at a time," said Psyder, flicking the knife back at her.

"What do you mean?" asked Dr. Who Octopus, fitting a cage over her as well.

Psyder snatched it out of the air, a grin on his face. "Excellent," he said.

"Then you need to be attacking." Once more, Psyder threw a knife at Herate.

It was dislicious.

"Part of the non-interventionist thingy," said Rekaerb apologetically, scratching his head. "Sorry."

"Gerald?" asked Dr. Who Octopus. "Do you know these people?" Gerald was silent.

Peacefully.

Dr. Who Octopus wrapped him in an extendable robotic tentacle. "And who are you?" he asked, puzzled.

"The ones who attacked died because they were weak. You aren't. You have a chance at surviving, so long as you don't let it whittle," slash "you," slash "down."

(They were there a lot)

"My nemesis!" proclaimed the octopus. "I see you have followed me here!" "Actually-" began Gerald. "Well, your journey ends here!" proclaimed the cephalopodic android. He threw a metal ball at Gerald, which quickly expanded into a long tube. It wrapped around the squid, then tethered itself to the ceiling.

"I," proclaimed the robot, "am Dr. Who Octopus!" Gerald groaned. "Not you again."

"Good," said Rekaerb, relinquishing the card. "Your brain might explode if you try."

The conversation was suddenly interrupted as a mechanical octopus dropped through the ceiling.